Kentrell and I have been separated going on 2 years. He's had his share and I've had mine. But no one knows deep down what goes on between close doors. What goes on In the dark must come to the light right?
"So I'm actually on my way to get my hair done," I was replying to a fan who said they liked my hair. Today was a Thursday and I was meeting up with Von at the studio. He's been a perfect gentleman since I been here. From opening doors, all the way to getting us separate rooms so he can respect my boundaries. "Ok yall my hair stylist just came through so I'll holla at yall later." I ended my live, putting my phone on the charger.
I flew my girl Honey in because she was available last minute. In the midst of her gluing down my cap Von was trying to facetime me. I was not about to let him see me like this. I decline his call, shooting him a quick text that I was almost done. Meanwhile I texted Ben to see how Kacey been.
Ben: He Been straight, when you coming back to LA?
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Not too long after Honey was spraying got2b freeze to keep my fly aways down. "All done," she said handing me a hand mirror. I ran my hair through the silky tresses , admiring my new style. "I reached in my bag to pay what she's owed but she stopped me in my tracks. "It's been paid for Ne, I was told not to tell you until I was finish." She was packing up her rat tail combs and flat irons, letting me know Von paid and tipped her well.
10 minutes after her leaving, I decided to take a quick shower. Throwing on a comfy crop top and some grey tights, I looked at the time seeing I was 20 minutes late meeting Von. I threw on my north face jacket and ugg boots and made my way to the car waiting for me.
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Traffic wasn't heavy surprisingly and I madE it to Von's studio session in 20 mintues. As soon as I walked in the smell of marijuana hit me like Sharkeisha. He was vibing to the music as he smoked his backwood. His face lit up seeing me walk through the door.
